1. The sea boils as if the sea was a volcano
Its fires stirred beneath the water's overflow

2. And the night is pitch-dark but for a guiding lamp
It has power over the darkness of the night

3. The sea is torn by a raging storm
Like the heart of a bereaved mother wailing at night

4. And the eye observed waves that were turbulent
As if they were ghosts and jinn

5. In a form, elevated and depressed
As if they were dunes and valleys

6. And on the shore of the sea there stood
A figure with evident sorrow in his eyes

7. He looks longingly to a boat tossed
By the waves, the boat wandering aimlessly

8. And after the waves came between them
As if those waves were walls

9. I heard him saying woe is me, elongated
As one pointing to dangers, anxious

10. The sharp waves tore him apart
Until he fell and the sea engulfed him

11. He was wrestling with it before he disappeared
Then he vanished and so did his loved ones

12. The boat contained a dear one to me, alas my sorrow
The rope of my hope in it is lost

13. The sea should not have killed him
If the sea, with its waves, had a conscience

14. If I was fearful of it before
Then grief will gnaw at my heart

15. Is it possible for one I love to wrestle
The waves or did sickness make him weak

16. Or did the sea take him into its embrace
As if the sea has a mother's embrace

17. And after that he called out to him
But only the waves responded, as if they were human

18. So he said: But he has drowned in its abyss
And the abyss is his grave and the waves his shroud

19. O sea take me to the one you have taken
For I am thirsty to meet him

20. If I die then I have no regret
And if I live I have no solace without him

21. Then he threw himself with irreversible momentum
Into the sea, plunging into it in agony

22. Indeed the beloved who the waves have claimed
Is my loss and he who loves him deserves compensation

23. And the sea is but the East which has been disturbed
And the raging winds are painful moans

24. Gibran died exhausted in his exile
But love for Gibran does not die in hearts

25. Lebanon, my bereaved one, lies weeping for her son
And Egypt and Baghdad shared her sorrow

26. Gibran left her a fluttering soul
And he poured himself back to her as a corpse

27. Gibran is embraced by a grave as a loving mother
And Lebanon embraces him as a mother her son

28. The leaders all bid him farewell
And bells and monks held a procession

29. In his grave is silent sublime wisdom
And above him are kinds of flowers

30. And above him are unceasing teardrops
Watering him, then his soul, then sweet basil

31. Gibran was but a nightingale who sang
With melodies for the vines of Finiin

32. When he chanted from his pulpit
Ears from horizons listened to him

33. Read him alone in the age of renewal
Where his name is title to the book of poetry

34. If he wrote a line then the line is a library
Or said a verse then the verse is a collection

35. How much wisdom after the wise man uttered it
Traveled through the valleys of the land on steeds

36. Gibran had blessed revolutions
Against the old which lives and is stubborn

37. As for the old it is molting of its skin
As if when it meets you it is a serpent

38. He has immortality in his works which have spread
In them is beauty radiant like the dawn

39. A person is most valuable when beyond the dust he walked
And the greatest thing about a person is faith

40. God help Lebanon, who has been bereaved,
From what makes Lebanon bereaved

41. Who will give me a cooled cup
For today I am burning from my anxieties

42. If there is profit for me in loss as they claimed
Then everything other than loss is loss

43. No answerer though I called loudly
Isn't every living being awake